The dream behind the scent
I find myself in a sunlit room, where the walls pulsate with warmth, as if breathing. The air is light and transparent, infused with a hint of vanilla and something zesty that invigorates my senses. A wooden floor creaks beneath my feet, each sound echoing softly, inviting me to explore.
In the corner, an ornate mirror reflects a girl with radiant hair, her smile enchanting yet elusive. As I approach, she vanishes, leaving only a trail of orchids that float gently to the ground. I kneel to touch one, and suddenly, the floor gives way, plunging me into a swirling sea of sand. The grains glimmer under the light, and I feel weightless as I drift downwards.
Then, the girl reappears, now riding a dazzling sunbeam. “Catch me!” she calls, and I lunge forward. Instead of grasping her hand, I fall into a warm embrace of sunlight. I awaken, heart racing, the lingering scent of vanilla still teasing my senses. INSPIRED BY PETER’S DREAM
